Dark Forest

Dark Forest - Sons Of England lyrics

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I was born 
A son of this land, no lords, no masters
Free, like all
To live my own way, bow down to no man

Stand up now your freedom calls!

Let torn wastelands grow
The fruit of this soil is our own
We're free to reap what we sow

Lords on high 
Will do as they please and sell what's not theirs
Rule our lives
Destroy all we know our way of living

Stand up now your freedom calls!

Our deep roots are strong
Can't take us from where we belong
This land is ours, we are one!

Beneath the burning sky
You'll hear our voices cry
We're sons of England
And we're never letting go again

We all hold 
The power to shape and change our future
Slaves get told
But we are free men and we will not let go

Stand up now your freedom calls!

Where wild roses grow
Far from the industrial glow
There lies the land that we know

Beneath the burning sky
You'll hear our voices cry
We're sons of England
And we're never letting go again
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Cruz Del Sur

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Released in: 2014

Language: English

Appearing on: The Awakening (2014)

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